It’s sad to see Lily Allen, once a compelling, dangerous pop star, exacerbate her wit with a dumbfounding propensity for contrived meme cultivation in each of Sheezus’s featherweight singles so far, here with the slightly passable title track. The talking point is the name-checking chorus, merely listing the popstars who slayed in 2013, treading water in their wake without a tell-don’t-show ambition to best them. Depressingly out of touch, a ploy for YouTube views that I’m guessing doesn’t translate to creative worth, let alone album sales, let alone something you’d want to hear at the headline slot of our biggest winter festival. Lily Allen – singer, celebrity, victim/survivor of the fickle UK music press – has become what a popstar simply cannot be in 2014: boring.
Lily Allen : Sheezus
